A snow storm came in just as I left for the cafe (I’m trying out saying cafe instead of coffeeshop – it’s so much more European – I do need to master the accent aigue – or is it an accent grave – I never could remember that in French class – though I do remember what a cedille is). The driving wind freezes your forehead and a small ache collects behind your eyes as the fine sand-like snow doesn’t fall – it pelts against the city. The snow slithers across the sidewalks, collecting in mounds and layers. Very unpeaceful snow. It was very invigorating to be in it though. And fun to watch people in it.